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Kaley released a
long, low moan as she pushed her hips forward, driving the strap-on slowly into
her friend's ass, her body quivering with sadistic lust as she watched Amy's
sphincter stretch tight around the fake cock, pressure against her own clit
sending waves of pleasure crawling up her spine. Amy was bound hunched
over an ottoman, ankles and wrists bound to its feet, her knees bent awkwardly,
her ass jutting out, primed for abuse.
Amy whimpered at
the slow, brutal penetration of her ass, the strap-on thicker than anything
that she had experienced before, the stretching, tearing pain in her ass making
her cunt spasm involuntarily, a small trickle of liquid down her thigh
betraying her excitement. When she felt Kaley's hips press against her ass-cheeks,
her whole body shuddered with lust. She felt Kaley's hands in her hair,
the strap-on angling painful in her ass-chute as Kaley bent over her, yanking
her head back, pain in her scalp and neck making her gasp, her nipples
painfully hard against the leather of the ottoman.
"Beg,
slut," Kaley demanded.
Lust flooded
through Amy's body; she knew what Kaley wanted, needed, to hear.
"Please,
Mistress Kaley, please rape this slut's ass. Please hurt this slut.
Oh god, please rape this worthless cunt's asshole."
Kaley hissed
through clenched teeth as her friend's words hit her, desire making her tremble
as she wrapped Amy's hair in her hands and leaned back. Slowly she
slid the strap-on back, reveling in the feeling of power, of domination, it gave
her, watching her friend quiver and gasp in bondage as she was used for
pleasure. She watched as her friend's anus gripped the fake cock tightly,
like it never wanted to let it go, and then, pulling the makeshift reins of
Amy's hair, jerked her hips forward as hard as she could, burying the huge cock
in one stroke, tearing a cry of pain and desire from her friend's throat,
gasping herself as her lust spiked.
Again and again
Kaley slammed her hips against her friend's, her heart pounding, her body sweating,
her teeth clenched, her body shaking from exertion and lust. Short,
pained cries, soft whimpering and gasping, panting, and the sound of flesh
against flesh filled the room. As Amy grunted and her body shook in
orgasm, Kaley growled and sped up, her thrusts more violent, more determined,
her own pleasure, her own lust, driving away fatigue. She rode her friend
through another orgasm, Amy's thighs slick with her spend, and stopped her
pounding, grinding her own hips against her friend's firm ass. She leaned
forward and reached around to Amy's face, sliding her fingers into Amy's mouth,
curling them inside her cheeks, controlling her, dominating her, her body
covering hers.
"You
greedy," she gasped, her own orgasm taking her, "slutty," making
her shake, her toes curling, her fingers tearing at the soft lining of her
friends mouth, "little cunt!" she shouted, ecstasy blurring her
vision as she came.
Amy screamed as
the thin dowel whipped down onto her exposed slit, smashing into the tender
flesh of her clit and cunt, pain rocketing through her body, a thin spray of
mist rising up from the blow revealing her arousal. She was bound in a
laz-e-boy chair, slouched down, her legs hanging over the arms of the chair,
ankles bound to the front feet of the chair by lengths of rope attached to
leather cuffs. Her arms were lifted, bound over her head, a rope
connecting the cuffs on her wrists to the back legs of the chair. Her
cunt, swollen, twitching in pain, was exposed to her friend's sadism.
Her breasts
heaved as tears of agony ran down her face, another blow on her helpless slit
tearing a scream from her, making her buck in her bonds, her hips gyrating
madly, her thighs quivering and shaking, her stomach clenching and unclenching
as her friend beat her mercilessly.
Kaley brought the
dowel down again, Amy's screams sending shudders of lust down her spine, her
fingers digging into her own cunt, sliding along her swollen clit; each blow,
each scream, each bucking, thrashing response from her friend sent her over the
edge, each orgasm crashing down on her, making her knees weak, her hands shake,
her body jerk forward as she grunted in ecstasy. At the sixth blow she
collapsed to her knees, gasping, her mind swirling with lust, and crawled over
to her friend, driving three fingers brutally into her exposed, tortured hole,
her other hand reaching for Amy's clit, squeezing it, pinching it, digging her
nails into the slippery, swollen bud.
Amy howled, her
whole body arching, her cunt clamping down on the torturing fingers scratching
and twisting in her tender hole, her thighs shaking as her mind screamed in a
pain-induced orgasm, the horrible agony radiating from her clit and cunt
transforming into a horrible, unbearable pleasure that seemed to stop time.
And then it was
over, and she was gasping and mewling and whimpering and spent as she felt
Kaley tear her fingers from her body and climb up on the chair, shoving her
cunt in her face, her hands insistently gripping the sides of her head, her
hips rocking, sliding her dripping slit across her friend's face, demanding a
last bit of pleasure before releasing her slut.
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I told my Master
all about what had happened at Kaley's house the previous night while riding him,
bells clipped to my nipples, my arms bound behind me, and my cunt still sore
from Kaley's overeager attentions. He demanded everything, our every
action, my every feeling, my every thought. It took almost forty minutes
to tell, and he kept slowing my down, adjusting my motions, telling me to keep
him on edge, even as the agony of my abused cunt and the retelling the events
that of that night that caused it sent me crashing through orgasm after orgasm,
my body shaking atop him as I squeezed my cunt around his cock. When he
finally allowed me to make him cum, his hands gripped my breasts, his fingers
digging into the soft flesh, bruising it, tearing at it as his hips pressed
into mine, sending me exhausted into another orgasm, my mind dulled with lust and
pleasure.
The rest of the
week went on as normal. Kaley and I didn't get a chance to 'play', as she
kept referring to it, together again; we were so just Kaley and Amy, it was
strange. The sexual tension, the sexual need that I felt radiating off me
seemed invisible to her and our friends, except, every once in a while, she
would look at me with lust in her startling blue eyes, holding a promise of
brutal, horrible, perverse things that would send a chill up my spine and
quicken my breath. It didn't help my state of mind that my master was
being exceptionally cruel, not letting me cum since the night after Kaley,
leaving me each night in trembling need, whining and begging to be allowed
release. Then, being so close to Kaley, to someone I knew wanted me as
badly as I wanted her, but being unable to do anything because of friends and
parents and practice and preparations for school seemed to conspire to make me
mad.
Exactly a week
since I had spent the night with Kaley, I stood straining in my master's
garage, my legs spread by a spreader, my arms stretched, bound together, over
my head, stretching me, forcing my to my toes, my breasts flat against my
chest. I was nude except for a short flared, pleated skirt wrapped around
my hips and a blindfold around my head. He had kept me there for almost
ten minutes, until the heat from the lights and the strain of standing on my
toes had brought out a slick sheen of sweat to cover my body. My lips
were parted and I was panting lightly, my heart racing with lust as I waited,
knowing something special was in store.
"Slut."
My master demanded my attention.
"Yes
sir."
"I've been
thinking about your friend, Kaley." A flare of concern and lust and
jealousy flared through me; what was he going to do? Was he going to take
her? Crazy thoughts raced through my mind. "I think you are
doing her a disservice."
"I don't
understand, sir."
"You plan on
letting her use your body, correct?"
"Yes
sir."
"How well do
you think you are able to pleasure her, slut?"
"I don't
understand, sir."
"You're
barely adequate to pleasure a man, and I've been training you for months
now." Shock and desire and fear flooded me at his words: to be
trained, to be nothing more than an animal, a sexual beast, rocked me; the
reminder of my place sending chills of lust up my spine; his judgment of my
progress, my fear of disappointing him, making my belly hollow with fear.
All those sensations spilled through me and I moaned softly.
He continued.
"How do you
think Kaley feels, to have her own, personal fuck-slut be so
inexperienced? Well, slut?"
"I don't
know, sir."
"Don't you
think she deserves better? Deserves someone whose a bit more experienced
in girl-fucking?"
"Yes
sir." I knew the answer he wanted, but I didn't know know where he
was going with this.
"Good.
Then we both agree that you need to be trained to be a good lesbo
slut." There was a pause, and I felt him near me. "I've
asked one of my good friends here to give me a hand. She should be here
any minute."
A thrill shot
through me at his words; somebody else was going to be here; to use me; to
train me; a woman. Humiliation and fear flooded me; my cunt spasmed; my
body burned.
"Please sir,
please don't, don't let anybody see me, please sir..."
I cried out when
he slapped me, my head jerking to one side. I gasped as his hand closed
around my neck and squeezed, making my head swim, two fingers of his other hand
pressing into my mouth. I closed my lips, still dizzy with the sudden
violence of it, and sucked his fingers, lust making me quiver in reaction.
"What are
you, you dumb cunt?" he growled.
"A rape-toy,
sir," I mumbled around his fingers, now thrusting in and out of my mouth,
his knuckles bruising my lips, his other hand loosening its grip on my neck.
"Do
rape-toys get to have opinions?"
"No
sir."
"What to
rape-toys get?"
"Raped,
sir."
He pulled his
hands off me and slapped me again, leaving me panting with desire, wanting,
needing more. I almost begged him to keep hurting me, but then I hear the
doorbell ring, and my stomach flip-flopped. She was here.
I waited,
listening, my body and mind burning, shivering in the heat. The door
opened and closed, voices, steps, and then the door to the garage opened again,
and I heard the click of high heels on the concrete and I almost came from the
sheer mortification of knowing someone else, a stranger, was looking at me,
looking at me practically hanging by my wrists, naked, my legs spread wide,
knowing what I was, what I was there for. Oh god.
"Jesus H.
Christ." Her voice was soft, low, sending a thrill through me.
"How old is she?"
"Thirteen."
"Dammit,"
click-clack, click-clack I heard the heels approach, and I felt her body close
to mine, and I shuddered, "This is some dangerous shit here."
"Don't
worry. She's addicted. She can't get enough. Just check out
that cunt of hers, it's leaking like a sieve."
I felt a soft
touch, and she ran her fingers lightly across my skin, slick with sweat.
I was shaking as she caressed my skin, hanging from my wrists, the ache in my
shoulders forgotten as she circled my nipples, hard with lust.
"Gorgeous,
isn't she?" It was my master.
"She's like
cat-nip for lesbians."
I hissed as her
fingers found my cunt, sliding gently across it, parting my lips, touching my
clit. I bucked against her touch, but she kept it light, teasing me,
tormenting me. Then her body was against mine, her clothes rough on my
skin, one arm encircling me, pulling me tight against her as her lips found
mine, soft, experienced, thrilling lips. Her fingers stayed at my clit,
squeezing, sliding around the slick bud, bringing me closer and closer.
I cried out into
her mouth, my head jerking back, as her nails bit into my clit, my hips jerking
back and forth, trying to escape even as her other hand gripped my ass hard,
holding me in place as she ground my clit between her fingernails.
I screamed as the
orgasm crashed through my body, tearing at my straining muscles, my body
spasming in its bondage as pleasure overwhelmed me, cumming for a stranger,
cumming for someone I had never seen, cumming like a true slut.
I hung there
gasping and hear my master ask, "So you'll train her?"
There was a
pause, and I heard her breathing, heavy with lust. "Yes."
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